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8 of 9 people found the following review helpful:
3.0 out of 5 stars
Good investigative journalism which doesn't quite work, 18 Mar 2005
Nick Broomfield follows his disturbing film on the selling of Aileen Wurnos with this commentary on her last days and her attitude towards execution. The film opens with a picture of a little girl, a picture of innocence, of a young Aileen just before abuse and rejection set her on the path to infamy.Broomfield uses cuts from the police video of her original confession, pieces from US television news broadcasts, and excerpts from his earlier film. He repeats the message that here is a woman for whom justice became secondary to gratuitous celebrity - lawyers, policemen, former friends, and relatives all tried to cash in on her name and secure Hollywood deals for their own stories. Aileen ceased to be a person - she became a brand name, a product to be used and thrown away. Aileen, herself, is revealed as a confused, lonely, angry woman. She has attracted excessive hatred simply by being a woman. Male serial killers are ten a penny. But a woman serial killer! Now that's unnatural! The person ceased to exist. But you appreciate the person ceased to exist long ago. Abused as a child, driven from her home and forced to live in the woods, growing through adolescence to become a hitchhiking hooker who set off for warmer climes, she had always been rejected, had always been anonymous, had always been left to her own fantasies for comfort. And the world wants vengeance, wants to expunge her existence and her memory, leaving only the celluloid images and myths. She initially insists that she killed the first man to preserve herself during a violent rape - and prostitutes can be the victim of rape, remember, and are all too frequently the victims of assault and murder. Thereafter, she changes her story, says it was just cold blooded robbery - she wants to die, she wants to be executed, she wants to get it over with. You are left, in the end, wondering exactly what happened, what went on in her mind. Broomfield sets out to leave questions in the air, but you are left thinking it would have been a better film if he'd been prepared to analyse and speculate. He emerges as a compassionate film-maker, but he's just a little bit too detached to be able to reach insights into Aileen's behaviour, personality, and mind. Perhaps he's only too conscious that any film-maker is open to the accusation that they are exploiting the subject's name to make money and a reputation for themselves. Perhaps it's my own experiences as a Probation Officer? I expect more analysis. You never interview a killer, you interview a person and never allow that label to sidetrack you from seeking to understand the person. Aileen Wurnos became labelled as a 'female serial killer', and thereafter nobody could see beyond that label. The label was the brand, and all people wanted to explore was the contents of the tin, the contents of the package, not the person herself. In the end, it was the label which was executed. The person remained anonymous. Nick Broomfield offers an interesting and intriguing view of the American penal system and public attitudes to murder, but it's an ultimately unsatisfactory exploration and analysis of Aileen, the woman.
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